20 VERDICT OX.IXDIA St. Titus dancers, real and bogus, some of them fluttering to a ghostly music in their own brains which will never cease till they die, others twitching for profit; and here are the lunatics, with spittle on their chins, and the deaf and the dumb patting their flaccid lips as they lean into your railway carnage. To these too, in the first few days, you extend your charity. But the flock of dreadful beings that fly towards yon, attracted by the clink of coins, is too great; they seem to appear from nowhere, to drop from the sky and the trees, gibbering, spitting, moaning, scream- ing, and pointing to their sores. You give it up. You know that the Hindi for 4go away* is * jao'; you say it reluctantly, you say it louder, and still louder, till you find yourself shouting it. Then at last you have peace, and silence. But it is a queer sort of silence, that seems to be filled with reproachful echoes. So let us arrive at New Delhi, where a very grand car is waiting for us at the station, driven by a giant in white and gold, with another giant sitting by his side. And as we are about to enter the car let us turn our heads slightly to the left, in order to say a word of thanks to a coolie who has been unusually efficient. As we do so, the words die on our lips. We have seen something... our first shock, QUIT I There it was, in letters a foot high, chalked on the wall a few yards away. I blinked at it, growing rather red in the face, not through ar.jrer, but through a sort of social embarrassment—as though one had been found gj,te-crashing. QUIT INDIA The words seemed to have a personal application. Out of the comer of my eye I scanned the enormous chauffeur. Supposing he saw it too, and turned round and barked, 'Well, you know \\ hat to do about it, don't you ? Get out and go home ! * But the < gunt stared impassively ahead.